I don't give a damn what those people say Cane smoke can't be good for you day after day Every year at harvest time black smoke fills the sky Get the kids and bring 'em home and make 'em stay inside From Thibodaux to Raceland There's a fire in the fields All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane Christmas on the bayou Midnight come and gone Driving by the sugar mills All the lights are on Parking lot full of trucks Inside the furnace glows Everybody's working overtime It's a good job even though From Thibodaux to Raceland, there's a fire in the fields All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane First came the sugar cane then came Thibodaux King sugar built this town, cane paved these roads Burn the leaves, harvest fast That's more for the company Nobody even thinks to ask Nobody even thinks to scream From Thibodaux to Raceland, there's a fire in the fields All the way up the bayou from LaFourche to Ibercville Dirty air dirty laundry dirty money dirty rain Dirty dark in the morning when they're burning the sugar cane Ashes are falling like a dark and deadly snow All the way up the bayou and to the gulf of Mexico Dirty air, dirty laundry, dirty money, dirty rain A dirty deal with the devil and they're burning Burning, burning the sugar cane